Hey guys,

here's Chp10

Hope you enjoy,

Kirstyn xx

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or Beautiful Creatures.

Becca P.O.V

I woke up the next morning, and for some reason felt much more refreshed than I have since we got here.

I stretched, feeling my bones pop, reminding me that I needed to go for a run. I left my hair in the French plait, put on a sports bra and a white tank top and my running shorts and slipped on my oh so cool runners (They're actually amazing, they're luminous pink and yellow with luminous orange laces.) I grabbed my phone and ear phones, ran down the stairs falling on the last step. Oh gravity, thou art a bitch. Unsurprisingly, my family didn't ask if I was okay, as this was an usual occurrence. "Bye guys, I'm going for a run!" I shouted as I was heading out the door. "Stay safe." My dad called back. "Okay."

I hopped down the porch steps, put my ear phones in, put my music on shuffle and started jogging slowly towards (Well I'm guessing) Forks. I started to pick up speed when I saw a small café and sprinted the whole way to the 'Welcome to Forks/Thank you for visiting Forks' sign. I loved the familiar burning feeling in my calf muscles. I know this sounds strange, but it relaxed me.

To make it more challenging than just running up a hill, I ran across the road into the woods. Jumping over fallen trees, logs and running through the actual woods would be a great challenge.

As I was running through the woods, I heard a growl and rustling behind me, but ignored it and sped up slightly as I knew if I slowed down, I would more than likely be killed by the bear, that was no doubt behind me. Then all of a sudden, a woman with flaming red hair, blood red eyes and skin as pale as snow, appeared in front of me. Okay, now I was shitting myself. "You, you look like her." "Um, sorry do I know you?" "No but you will." That right there is freaky shit. She glanced over my shoulder. "It looks like we have company." I turned and saw four mutant dogs standing behind me. One black as the night sky, one a chocolate brown, one dark silver with black spots along its back, and the last one was sandy coloured with a white stomach and its paws and the tip end of its tail was covered in a darker, gold. When the sandy one saw me, it started whimpering but the black one growled and the sandy mutant dog's eyes stopped looking at me, but focused its glare on the red headed woman.

That one growl, from the black mutant dog, set me off and I was out of there, every muscle and tendon in my body screaming at me to escape. I slipped once, catching myself on my palms, and then my one of my laces got caught in a root but I pulled free, and I started to run in blind fear with frightened tears running down my face. I headed for the two gnarled trees I had come through, ignoring the pain I felt as sharp branches scraped along my bare skin in my attempt to escape. I heard the pounding of feet or huge mutant dog paws -by the sound of it- as they followed me, and my legs kicked into high gear. The hesitation that I had felt about making my way through the thick underbrush had vanished; I now pitied the poor shrubs and branches that got in my way.

The longer I ran, the more I seemed to realize that I wasn't getting caught on uprooted trees, entangled bushes or swinging vines; it seemed as if they didn't exist, like I was running on the track at my old running club. I found a rhythm in my ground covering pace, my breathing harsh and pushing my lungs into overdrive so that I didn't pass out in the forest.

I gasped, losing my momentum as the toe of my shoe caught an upturned root from a large tree. I stumbled against its bark, scraping a sharp gash along my right am. Great, just what I need, another scar. I hissed in a breath of pain, wiping the drying tears with the back of my hand. I leaned against the tree for the much needed support, trying to ignore the aching fire in my calves and chest that now wasn't so relaxing. It was just plain painful.

I took in huge breaths, and that's when I smelt it again. The smell of dead lilies and rotten lavender was back. I fell to my knees, dry retching until my stomach cramped. I had never felt more sick than I did right now. Yesterday, didn't even compare, to what I was feeling now.

I pulled myself up on wobbly knees and looked around. All I could see was green, but my ears told me otherwise as I could hear cars passing by. I started jogging toward what I hoped was the opening, when I felt a warm hand touch my bleeding right arm. I let out another hiss in pain. A put my left hand into a fist, and swung it around so, it connected with the person's nose. "Shit. Becca what was that for?" and I looked up to see a shirtless Seth holding his now bleeding nose. "Oh, crap sorry Seth. I didn't know it was you." "So, you just randomly go around hitting people?" "No, I thought you were a creeper." "Gee, thanks." "You know what I mean. Anyways, what are you doing in the woods?" "I was out for a run." "Same here. But we should probably go now, because there are four mutant dogs running around and they're scary as shit." "They're wolves." "Uh, sorry? Can I catch that again?" "They're wolves not dogs. And your arm's bleeding pretty badly," "Wolves? I was being chased by WOLVES?! And my arm will be grand sure, it's just a scrape." "Well. I'm taking you to my mom, she's a nurse and we'll see what she says." "Well then if you insist. How's the nose?" "Huh? Oh it's fine now, just a bit sore." "Good. Sorry again." "It's no problem let's go." And he grabbed my hand and started walking with me to the opening of the woods.

We walked in a comfortable silence to La Push. It was great that I didn't have to talk, because then I could think of today's events. When we were halfway to La Push, I could feel my legs starting to cramp.

I knew I should've stretched first.

Yeah but you didn't did you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Say I told you so but in my defence I was being chase by dogs.

Seth said they were wolves.

Seth said they were wolves. I mimicked in a mental high squeaky voice.

Oh, real mature.

You can shut up!

Fine.

Fine.

I could feel Seth's eyes on me. So I looked up at him with curious eyes. Huh, he's not exactly sore on the eyes. Lucky bastard. He looked away when he caught on that I caught him staring at me.

Well, this will be an interesting walk home.

I dunno if I would call this a cliffy but Ah Well.

Hope you liked it,

Kirstyn xx